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I knock on Gabriel’s office door. The rest of the team has left for the evening.
“Hi,” Gabriel says, looking up. “How was lunch?”
I told him this morning I was meeting Stella.
“Good,” I say, not wanting to discuss what we spoke about here. This is our professional space, and we have kept it that way—mostly.
I move to the window and stare down at the offices and streets below.
Gabriel comes up behind me, his arms snaking around my waist, before dropping kisses on my neck. When I freeze, he stops.
He’s always too perceptive. “What’s wrong?”
I turn in his arms and drop my forehead to his chest, my arms around his waist.
“What are we doing?” I ask.
His finger tilts my chin until I’m looking up into his face. I flinch, unsure I want to see what’s written there.
“What do you mean?”
“Us?” I twist my head out of his grasp and step back. “Sorry, this is not the time or the place.”
I go to move around him, but he captures my upper arm, stalling me.
“What’s going on? I take it you talked to Stella. What did she say?” His voice is neutral.
“Nothing. She asked when I was moving out.” I look up into his face, and my heart stutters. “I told her about the baby.”
Gabriel nods, pulling me between his legs as he sits back against his desk.
“Was she unhappy? Is that it?”
“Oh gosh no, she’s thrilled. She can’t wait to be an aunty, godmother, whatever title she can adopt.” I laugh, thinking back to my friend’s excitement.
Gabriel smiles, and my breath catches. I drop my head onto his chest and his arms snake around me, making me once again feel safe and warm. What am I going to do when we finally call it a day?
“Her question threw me, that’s all,” I mumble against his shirt.
Gabriel pulls back, his body twisting so he can look at me. “Why?”
“She asked me questions I couldn’t answer,” I admit, finally looking up at his beautiful face. “What are we doing, Gabriel?” I ask. “We’re playing with fire. This is not what we agreed in the beginning.”
Gabriel takes my hand and interlinks our fingers. “Are you unhappy?”
My eyes fly to his. “No. I’m very happy.”
“Then what’s the problem? I know what we’re doing is unconventional. But is it wrong if we’re happy? Should it matter? Is it anyone else’s business? Do we have to label it?” he asks.
He pulls me back towards his body, and I yield. He drops a kiss on my forehead.
“I’m happy, Leah,” he mumbles against my hair. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this happy.”
I wrap my arms around his waist as he tilts my head, claiming my lips, his kiss one of ownership and possession. I sink into it, my body unable to resist him.
His hand slides down my back and over my hip before lifting my skirt. His fingers trail over the material between my thighs.
“Always so wet for me,” he murmurs against my lips, his finger pushing the material to one side before sinking into me. I gasp and then groan against his lips as his finger pumps in and out, my thighs spreading before he draws my arousal up, using it to circle my clit with his thumb. “Always wanting,” he says as I purr at his wicked fingers, my body pressing into his.
